The trip from Brickill River to Jekyll Island was only twelve miles. Due to the lack of shore access, Frank would have to wait until we got to Jekyll Island to get to shore. We left early and found the anchorage, which had a few boats in it, but there was room for us across from nice sandy beach so I could land the dinghy without fear of tearing it up.
Jekyll Island: In 1733, General James Oglethorpe named Jekyll Island in honor of Sir Joseph Jekyll, his friend and financier from England. In the late 1800s, Jekyll Island became an exclusive hunting club for families with names like Rockefeller, Morgan, Vanderbilt, Pulitzer, and Baker. The once private retreat is now part of The Jekyll Island Club National Historic Landmark District, one of the largest preservation projects in the southeast. In 1947, the Governor and the Georgia state legislature established Jekyll Island as a State Park. The island is owned by the State of Georgia and run by a self-sustaining, self-governing body.
After taking Frank for his much needed shore excursion, we loaded the bikes in the dinghy and unloaded at a close by boat ramp which had a dock. We rode around the island and explored the empty beaches all the way to Driftwood Beach. Driftwood Beach is filled with dead trees and driftwood (as the name implies) that resemble a scene from another world. These gnarled and weathered trees are left behind from years of erosion. We walked along the beach, staying far away from the few other people that were also exploring. We continued on to the Historic Landmark District which comprise a 240-acre site with 34 historic structures. If you follow that link you will see some pictures and history of the buildings. We made our way back to the boat and took Frank for another long walk. We decided we would bike around in the morning again, before heading to our next destination.